Dezenn's smile grew more broad. Evidently the man hadn't noticed the spot on the wall she was chained to was unoccupied now...Oh well, his loss. She took up the lockpicks and, using the chest lid as a work surface, managed to remove one manacle and start on the other one.

Dezenn, meanwhile, got her shackles off entirely. That done, she started on the chest itself, thinking that while it was a long shot her...for want of a better word, possessions, might be in here instead of upstairs.

Another guard, who is getting drunk with the other two, yells over at Octavion. "Be quiet! We've not only got you on bawling, but pub-lick intoxication too!" He guffaws at his own drunken joke.

Meanwhile, Malachai is just interested in getting out of the prison, so people stop killing themselves. He calls out (quietly enough that David won't hear this time) to Jude, saying, "This madness must end. I can't be around people with weak wills. Can you help me escape?" He then makes the request more general. "Or someone else?"

Dezenn, meanwhile, had found another lockpick and opened the chest. To her disappointment this chest contained mostly clothes, though she didn't hesitate to switch her prison rags for some of them one she found a set that fit. That probably means that the rest of my stuff is out in the guardhouse...fantastic, she thought, heading for the door.

"good enough reason I'd say." Jude says stepping out of his cell and looks over at Octavian. "we won't get anywhere with those "guards" around, we have to take them out." he says so no one but Octavian and Denz would hear.

"Hey, you!" Malachai says, indicating Jude. "Can you get me out of here? If I get close enough to the guards, they'll probably kill themselves." He finishes dispiritedly.

(If Jude chooses to help, he'll probably need to to save against Malachai's curse. As a player character, he's not eligible to die, but he might pass out from the effort of resisting. Roll d20. You're fine on an 11 or better.)